Pop Punk Borderline Needle Drugs

I used to throw little shit fits and shoot heroin all day.
Now my temper tantrums are (mostly) in my head and I just paint funny faces about it.
And write.
And put it all over the internet.
Every day.
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So Badly

"So Badly." 1/14/14. Ink. 3 ½x5".

“So Badly.” 1/11/14. Ink. 3 ½x5″.

Statement written March 6th, 2014:

In early January, I went to a reception/get-to-know-each-other kinda thing for the artists participating in Wunderground’s quarterly “Look! Listen! Buy!” event. At one point, I was telling another artist about my tendency to isolate – staying home and spending all of my time painting and writing. “Do you get social anxiety?” she…

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Last week / Things I’ve got in common with Jesus

Last week / Things I’ve got in common with Jesus

Tampa was a great success (thanks, Iron Chic!), Sarasota was a lot of fun, and Wednesday night I did my first Downtown (Jacksonville) Artwalk from Burrito Gallery (which also went really well). Here are a couple photos of the table set-up I had for prints and of (most of) the art that I’ve got up on the wall right now.

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AND DID I MENTION that, while in Sarasota/Bradenton, I explored new and…

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Yo - I Painted a Fuckin’ Unicorn

Yo – I Painted a Fuckin’ Unicorn

Friday, I sold art at the Civic Media Center in Gainesville. Drove back to Jacksonville last night and sold at the Four Families album release show. AND NOW – after seeing Gord post something about Atlanta – I’ve keenly deduced that not only are Iron Chic playing in Gainesville tonight, but they’re playing with Off With Their Heads and The Slow Death! Couldn’t be more excited. I hit up Johnny to…

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I just spent three hours writing poetry in a fucking coffee shop. So I’m gonna go kill myself…

I just spent three hours writing poetry in a fucking coffee shop.

So I’m gonna go kill myself now…

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I live in a van. I wake up in random cities and no one ever knows where to find me. It’d be…

I live in a van. I wake up in random cities and no one ever knows where to find me. It’d be really easy for me to slip up and shoot heroin. AND YET…

Here I am, freshly scrubbed, walking downtown Gainesville in clean clothes, eatin’ cookies, listening to…

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Of all the things that could have gone wrong, “the trunk tied to the roof of the van coming…

Of all the things that could have gone wrong, “the trunk tied to the roof of the van coming loose and smashing into eight million pieces” is far from the worst. Those things that were less than completelydestroyed have been collected from the side of I-75…

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